My Kind of Crazy
an exchange of texts that made a cute poem
Me: Our love is like a sour patch, sweet and sour, but I could look into your eyes for hours.
Him: Roses are red, violets are blue, if I were the force I’d be in you
Me: I laugh and look with eyes of dread for you ruined my poem with your roses red
. . .
Me: Our love is rare, the rarest and true, I was hoping to keep this clean, but the force is with you.
Him: The red roses, my love it shows, and the violets of blue, reminds me of you. Our love is rarest, you are my dearest
Me: Woooo hoooo hooo hooooooo you're the sweetest!
About the Creator
J. MD
After my time in the Navy I decided to go back into writing. I always loved writing, I still have so much to learn and re-learn. I want to leave something behind for my children and their children. I always welcome positive criticism.
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